"My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. She was like an angel with one wing. ‘And now,’ he said, drawing Madame to the seat, and contriving to sit close enough that his anatomy touched hers at several points, ‘let us talk about you, madame. ‘You have the means to take up your rightful place. ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her head animatedly, enjoying his attention. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor.
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